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Thursday, February 4, 2010

Passage

Trudge on, watch the leaves fall
Work a day's living to get by
I can see the procession
And bear the season's blood fall
Which the tidal season brings forth
A last passage opens before me
Without witness by all
I can choose to escape it
Or wholly welcome it
My final breath

Crawl on, watch the grass grow
Give & take, it all ends
We all get a new beginning
I can taste the air flow
Of a fallen fellow
Which is redirected to me
To be shared by all
I can choose to accept it
Or wholly reject it
My final breath

Move on, watch the tears fall
One will follow before me
New blood will carry my memory
Sticks and stones dot the ground
Which my ashes will call home
I have no final destination
I'll be a part of us all
I can choose to escape it
Or wholly welcome it
My final breath
My passage
My final breath
Rejuvenation